Got Falling in love with taking care of myself,
Falling in love to be a new version of myself.

When The Infinite number of thoughts swirled around in the galaxy of my mind,

A question sprung to my mind "am I still real"?

The ecosystem got me to feel The universe inside me is infinite,

to strike me up to not being trapped in the time loop where people Burrowed in a giant puddle of trauma.

It's the high time I fled and left all the problems in a heap behind,

When I was hunted by their words,
haunted by their changing colors, and the dark shadow,
was drowned in their successive sarcasm,
ultimately
these took a shape of a murder knife to kill me,
I flew away like air and raised.

I am the colorful ocean, leaping and wide
Welling and I bear in the tide.

I am a crest of the wave,
And a Thunder deafens the ears,
a Lighting blinds the eyes
The wind cools the field and flesh.

The fog swirled thickly around me when I cling unwaveringly to dreams before it dies
Held fast to dreams For when it fades away from me, broken wings got its place fly to the sky again.

I am still real
I am still here.


Aliya Nahid
#review

Weekend

Let's begin,
Feet on feet
Following each other
Across the room,
Like a fleet
Unrequited and washed up
At shores
Unreachable and silent dead

Now pace up,
Reach my hand
Sigh
And burn
With violent fumes,
Find me a blink away
In carpeted elevators
Locked
In gaze

Finally,
Race me to the longest yard
At 3
Past midnight,
Rest on this hammock
Of tacit fears
And inhibitions,
Ask me
If I know myself,
I'll pause
And say
More each day
When I'm with you.

#review #poetry #ap

Even now I am fighting with machines. And things were going to get easier. Automation is the God that will free itself, and God only knows what will happen to the rest of us. I don’t think it will be a soft landing. The best hope is lobotomisation, and I hope I will be the first one in line...

Unless...

Do you want to fight it?

Are you nuts?

Because that will go well, won't it. The whole world collapsing on itself. The giant cluster-fuck of nuclear weapons, quantum computers, and twitter-hate. That's the dream, isn't it? We emerge from the bunkers, the smart few who distrusted everything and everyone. After years of eating tinned baked beans, we come up to the earth's sandy crust. We can start afresh. A brand new page. Let me make the first toast with our radiated water filled with rat shit. Thinking about it, it may actually happen but in reverse order.

I don't see any winners if that's the outcome at the end of all this.

It's impossible to not think about the world ending. Thinking about surviving it is worse. It disconnects from the present in all forms. I can see the appeal of already living in the imaginary future. We've done it for centuries, haven't we? The body is sinful, so there is a heaven where the soul can be free of the impurity of being. Life-deniers. Can't deal with life as it is, so something beyond our senses had to be deviously concocted in the minds of the holy men. There is no life now, there is the afterlife as the only true life worth thinking about...

But, anyway, not today, brain.

Not...

To...

Day...

Today is not the day.

Today I have convinced myself that things aren’t that bad. And even if they are, it won’t matter to me at all. Why should it? I can’t do anything about it. And who would want to? At least we can fantasise that we could own the world if it all went wrong because the chances are most of us won’t live long enough to even test that theory. By then we'll be gone, pulverised by the crushing streamlined processes of the bureaucratic unfreedom. And we bitch about it all the time too.

I mean, I do. Most of the people participating in it seem to as well. Because what’s the alternative? What else would you have done? Isn’t that the reason why we vote for some fuckers to make the decisions about what’s best for us anyway? This is as good as it gets. So, you and me… we better get over ourselves.

I am working on it.

I am working on it as I write this.

I will press the submit button again and see if God has changed their mind.

#review #poetry #prose

"It's 10 PM,Do you want to walk me home?" He asked.

"Are you afraid to walk alone?" She replied.

"No one is alone after talking with a beautiful girl," He answered.

"How come?" She questioned with known eagerness.

"Thoughts occupy the fragrance of smile, nose smells beauty, eyes see wonders and tongue starts to speak never heard poetical lines"

"Hey, stop flirting.I will walk with you," she said cutely.

"We already reached the destination," He replied.

"Now, do you want to walk me home?" Craziness came out of her words.

"Of course!!! " He answered with a sense of bliss.

Both smiled.

The same thing continued for the next few hours.

"It's a boon to love and to be in love"

#review
#story
#auri

Coming into my life
Talking for long in midnights
I kept my feelings hidden from you
Waiting for the apparent time to propose you
But you already had someone in your heart
In your life, I wasn't going to play any part
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

Your intentions were clear and I misunderstood them
I fall for you, don't know how and when?
All those moments of teasing each other
Showing solace and caring for each another
I was clear with my thoughts about you
And you showed colours which were true
That forged friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

No one can return those years spent for you
No one can return the efforts I made for you
My exhilaration to meet you reaching the clouds
Even almighty was glad up in the clouds
Every rain witness my thoughts about an amorous ride
I took the long way to drop you and spent some more time
But that friendship was fictitious and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

I wore your favourite colour just to impress you
I followed the safe path to drop you just to protect you
My eye lashes to witness the wish I yearn for
The dark circles witness the sleepless nights I was awake for
My sweat witnessed the time I ran after you
My jean witness the first and last gift I got from you
But that friendship was counterfeit and it's reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

My eyes shed tears while remembering you
I can't date anyone, cannot love someone more than you
What person have I become?
I regret the time which has come.
That fake friendship has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

You have forgotten those days when I used to drop you at your place
You have forgotten those days when I used to spend my pocket money on your birthdays
In my every prayer, I asked for you
Every beat of my heart beats for you
But that all was bogus and has reached its destination
And your real face is out with real intentions

Today you are holding someone's hand and going to be his bride now
I wish and pray you to keep that you sow
He will also leave you as you left me long ago
You may marry him, but won't be able to fulfill its woe
Karma is a bitch you know that right?
Now your time to take its ride
Our friendship and my heart were broken that day
When you posted your Instagram story and tagged him as your bae.

Now my eyes are dry and there is no teary rain
My heart is no more working and all the decisions, I am taking from my brain
I will get someone better who can hold my hand
Unlike you, who follow the brand
I wish and pray from the depth of my heart
You won't be happy I pray from my heart
Your betrayal made me realize
We weren't meant to be together, I don't want to meet you not even in paradise


#review
#poetry
#auri

Title:- Belonging

I belong to memories and melodies
not to people who think they have authority.

I belong to the days where dark clouds gather
and brew up a storm where I curl up to read with music blasting in my earphones.

I belong to the nights
where there is no moon and the lights are out.
I belong where I can't be seen.

I belong to the foggy mornings of winter
where the cold bites your skin until you go numb
and blurs your vision until I'm separated from the rest of the world
in my safe bubble.

I belong to my songs and stories that make me feel alive.
I belong to the places I have searched by myself
and made a home out of.
I don't belong to people because people come and go
I belong to myself and the things I love.

#review
#poetry

*No Gold , But A Rich Heart*

Neither I've got gold nor Apple Products , my bad I couldn't afford ,
But destiny had planned something different , wants to send this scholar abroad ;

Neither I've got smart watch nor new sneakers ,
If you underestimate my power , by challenging me , trust me , I'm the game changer ;

Never got a chance to enter KFC or Starbucks ,
Still , everyday , on my door , a new glory knocks ;

Till today , I use the same pencil box , brought by me seven years back ,
But still my pen never stops , my hand powerful enough to compete with time , fastest on the poetry track ;

Never got a wireless headphone , still my ears are sharp ,
Topper of the batch , keen sense of listening , can detect any trap ;

Not having crown of royalty , still my brain working in light speed ,
Curiousity to gain knowledge forever , pen and paper for poems , is all I need ;

Maybe not a millionaire , but rich from my heart's core ,
Tranquil waves worth more than a billion , with me standing on the sea shore ...

#review
#prose

A Father put his 3 year old daughter to bed, told her a story and
listened to her prayers which ended by saying,
"God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa."
Family joke

The father asked, 'Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?'

The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."

The next day grandpa died.
The father thought it was a strange coincidence.

A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her
prayers which went like this,
"God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma."

The next day the grandmother died.

"Holy crap" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side."

Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her
say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."

He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up
at the crack of dawn to go to his office.
He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock.. He
figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the
day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping
at every sound. Finally midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief
and went home.

When he got home his wife said,
"I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?"

He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day
of my life."

She said, You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what
happened to me. This morning my boss dropped dead in the middle of a
meeting

#story
#review
#humour

Chapter 1:The cuckoo's nest

The irksome sound coming from someone's radio ,
"it must be morning " i muttered , tho i dont usually wake up this early on a holiday like this ,
so i tried to cover myself in the warmth of blanket but not enough to insulate that annoying noise and so i gave up on my dream.
The sun was dim today quite unusual day for a summer . A strong pingent smell caught my glemse ,
after using my brain and nose i was able to find the cordinates of its origin.
"Its coming from my balcony "i shouted , I jumped out of my blanket and opened the balcony ,
There was a dead cuckoo lying on the floor , might have fallen from its nest .
I usually come to see this cuckoo been feed by a small Canary , that was a quite appealing view to watch or rather entertaining.
The decaying body of cuckoo was alluring alot of bugs and ants, "Someone will live on someone's death" i said on a quavering voice ,
My neighbour was also in his balcony watching that cuckoo's , his balcony was just 1 feet away from mine .
Unlike me his balcony was been decorated with lot of flowers , pot were hanging on the side of his wall.
A green fluffy carpet all over his wall, giving more athestic look to his balcony ,
on the other hand my balcony have alot of poops of the birds which i never bothered to clean ,
a rusty chair which got its rust by weting in the rain , some clothes hanging here and there ,
being just 1 feet away and paying the same rent there was a lot of difference in our balconies , or rather alot of difference in our personality .
He usually come to water his plants tho we never talked before.
After spending few more minutes in balcony gloring the blueness of sky ,
I went back to my room , my stomach was starving by the time ,
I quickly went to check on my fridge for something to eat , even my bad luck is unlucky ,it just contains some rotten yogurts , broken beer bottles , a pouch of sous which is expired , a frozen
fish . I went to my kitchen and found that i was out of instant noodles too.
#review
#novel
#suggestions

STEP 1

randomly comes nothing
you should give your sole entire

It's a game of life
Just give it a good try

Writing calm the sole
Creativity is required

Instead of writting everything
Just go for something

Don't get pressurize
It's a game patience is required

In the end it's you
Who convert everything into new.

Help your pen to impress
The paper with the
Thoughts that you aquire


If anyone finds the message inside, may reply.

#review
#mystery
#ansh2_4

Contemporary Helplessness and Belated conceptions – Part A

                                     A1

What my soul looks at me,

What do you see

Mirroring features of people in street

How degrading would it be

If you roll out now on an chilling breeze

If you texted and never Roll up your sleeves

Don’t you see,

 every man is greed

And every Penny is stolen

Like those unfeasible please

You know it’s guided destruction

Your worth is more than molten

Bodies under the sunlight reaping souls

A virtuous suicide

Kind of thinking when you eat

It’s the stories of sunkissed memories

And unfiltered adventures elders speak of

You never feel in this sanitary ward.

The rocks make you happy only

 How you live so long

How you know so much of me ?

Aren’t I buried you deep in that winter snow

When unable to find her cost of life

When unable to find a way of life

How unable it felt when expectations

That can’t be avoided as I did many before

How young feel like

How is it to feel old

It’s a life of mediocre

 In a limbo of Money and gold

                                   A2

It’s not magic, it’s ravenous growth

Over my shoulder, it’s cold and jittery

You felt it when you touched

And the phone’s battery is dead

You want the cable, is it ?

Nocturnes, playing silently ripping the lazuli

In lights of unknown

Won’t you wanna see it, One more time

The speaker works as a charm like it used to

Mariage d’amore

 Won’t your subtle sarcasm sting me

 One more time

Won’t you come home with stiff shoulders

And I sweep through your head as if

Everything’s alright

It ain’t much, but the home is an idea we cherished

It’s not magic, it’s sweet like candies

It’s  Ruh Gulab,  your presence is like a shadow

Engulfing in unending embrace

Eurydice, how might I not look to you again.

How might I not mourn the instrumentality of this mortal chase

It’s not as bad as the poet said

It’s not killing to smoke cigarettes

But there was a time you stopped me

My threshold is in my pocket

 And my legacy is my debt.

God bless me, as I end this chain.

   

                                 A3

Not everyone falls in love twice

As Same is not the man, nor the love he conceived

The cerulean sky this morning

Brandishing memories

 those breakfasts she made

Her hands were bruised as I saw her with turmeric laid on it.

As a child, when I discovered  eventually

Loved ones go away, as my grandma on her deathbed

I was scared but it past away.

As I kneel for mercy oh lord.

He takes away, with hands on hands

They walk past my life like oh man

Nature does fucks me up sometimes

I was tied to Small ponds longing for an Oceanside

Waves now blow me away again to the roots I had

She said stories of witches and demons

In the forest, they pull out my desire

To showcase my propensity of violence

Do they exist downtown

In these Arches and columns

In the Palace of Gods of Greece

In this Malevolent magnificent

System under the fleece.

Sickly frost bites on the

Whitest of the hearts.

And I am the greatest pretender

Of  having a Say

What I became is lesser than my parents

Half my age.

Youthful reveries of Assignment delays and procrastinating.

Mirages of self accomplishments

What they worth in value

What value is love.

Commodities on the Shelf

On the corner is found a box of chocolates

And a ring of platinum

What price is love

 Quite a lot

Rituals are there ?

Quite a lot

Boost to match up more

Subscribe to the dating store.

There are distances and alienations

Yesterday I put a cap on a bottle

Who knows what was in it.

I ate a meal from microvave

TV Dinner they say.

And a glass of Gatorade

What does that make of me.

The Irritating questions of ambitions.

Like as if existing wasn’t ambitious enough.

 #review #poetry

A4

Djinns are in the counter

Fulfilling your wishing

Come to the mall

Or Go online

Discounts on things you never needed

You want it, like Sugar

Diabetic nation, how beautiful it is

Hello there, the name is Luci

You seem distraught

You crying ?

this tissue with military grade fabric might help

This medicine for your mental health might help

You want more of it, everything all at once

Processed to the point of void at lunch

The Authority is mine And the Hostile

Fuckers are kneeling down throwing away their pride

It’s nothing but Money

 

#review #poetry

Twenty years pass by
Still thinking of her request
Will you marry me?
Thirty dozen times her mechanism
I searching for true meaning
Was so hard, beyond the ceiling
Couldn't stop her advances
And its not enough
To tell me you'd care

I should have tried, picturesque
Her half piece of heart
As it rejoined with my refurbished half
For haven't felt this way
At least for a younger lad in linen
Seeing the passion right from the start

Contemplated right to the star
I feel so close to you now
For that's where the destiny holds us
Looking forward to embrace you
Kiss you smoothly, hug you warmly
Reflecting the union of a lifetime
That we were destined for love

#review
#Linford
#Destined for Love

WATER AND FIRE

Shower of beauty,
Simple, cute and pretty
Facing him is a dream desire
A medicine that never expires

Never felt exhausted
She never felt tired
Her smile brings peace to my soul
Like water calming fire

Every time in good mood
She enjoyed her life entire
I feel happy for her
Like water calming fire

Have I seen her
I think not require
What I get from her thoughts
Is way more important
Then the outer beauty
That the world admires

As she is a blessing
There is no end to kindness
She aquire
Her smile brings peace to my sole
Like water calming fire..
Like water calming fire..😊

#review
#ansh2_4
#friendship

A LETTER FOR YOU

A letter which describe how much u r to me
A letter saying that I miss u in every conversation I have someone. Thinking about how would have react, say. How we have laugh
A letter saying that how I plan to go on every vacations with u
A letter saying that whenever we fight.. How I check whether u r online or not every now and then
A letter confessing you that I imagine u in every love story I see I read.. N u r shaping in my romantic fanasty
A letter confessing u that u r not much to me.. U r whole of me.... U r the one whom I want everyday
A letter from my heart saying ....u r my everything and nothing together

#review #pain #PSP

Dear folks, this is a translation of one famous poem of one famous poet into English.
Can you please review it and let me know, if it sounds correct, or does it contain enything weird, odd ?
/********************************************/
I like to feel that I'm not sick with you
I like to know that sickness yours is yours not mine
That heavy ball of earth won’t stray off from its course
Away from our footprints , fading in sunshine


I love that I could funny be
Bewildered, clumsy , not wordplaying
not turning red upon sleeves touching game
not turning pale when see you on your knees


I love to see you hugging someone else
Before my eyes , reposefully and calmly
Not sending me to fire glowing hell
To burn forever for not kissing me , my darling

I like that mentioning my name is not your habit
That tender name you don't utter day-and-night in vain
That no one's gonna sing Hallelujah on our wedding
In silence of the church, one sunny autumn day


Thank you for love, with all your heart and soul
That brings me peace at night, unconscious, unaware
Thank you for rare meetings if at all
So nice, That never in the moonlight do we stroll
So great that sun warms not us, soaring high elsewhere

So pity, that I am not sick with you
So bad, that sickness yours is yours not mine

#review
#friendship

WATER AND FIRE

Shower of beauty,
Simple, cute and pretty
Facing him is a dream desire
A medicine that never expires

Never felt exhausted
She never felt tired
Her smile brings peace to my soul
Like water calming fire

Every time in good mood
She enjoyed her life entire
I feel happy for her
Like water calming fire

Have I seen her
I think not require
What I get from her thoughts
Is way more important
Then the outer beauty
That the world admires

As she is a blessing
There is no end to kindness
She aquire
Her smile brings peace to my sole
Like water calming fire..
Like water calming fire..😊

#review
#ansh2_4
#friendship

Broken pencil,
Broken stencil,
Broken pen still,
Writes to break hearts,
To mend hearts.
Broken ones are both fire and fog,
Might burn you till you scream,
Might choke you till you dream,
They're both dangerous and beautiful,
Might kill you and laugh,
Might save you and cry,
The question remains why, do they do this,
Why do they misbehave?
Maybe that's just what it is with the broken ones,
They don't know themselves.

-- विषेक

#vishek
#review

Sing with me;
There's no one around
to the rhythm of tune, it's just the breeze
Gently whistling...
Hold my hands;
And dance with me in the mild light, it's a smile from the moon
Melodiously glistening...
Kiss my lips;
And be in my arms, to fusion of sounds it's an applause from the night
Rhythmically fading...

#review

Title : "Aura of Queen"

Stars gaze Moonlight,
Moonlight strikes ocean,
Ocean merges nature,
Nature causes aura,
Aura chases queen,
Queen hums song,
Song chases listener,
Listener writes poem,
Poem includes queen,
Queen notices ambience,
Ambiance resembles dreams. 💫✨

#review
#brevette_poetry #Cookie

Title : "Problem Child or Golden Child"

Shimmering alone from heaven,
Was wandering a divine soul,
Enclosed within a living corpse,
Struggling alone for liberty.
Is it a Problem Child or a Golden Child?

Shivering under eternal moonlight,
Protesting against the worldly foes.
Resisting extreme ailments for survival,
"Is there a place to reside?",
Said the Spiritual Soul of the Problem Child.

Residing in an awful body,
Which looks so messy has a Golden Soul.
In this materialistic world of possessions,
Where appearance matters the most,
Has still someone to care for?

Then, suddenly spiritual aura emerges,
Another soul dropped by & surges,
Who also have a similar fate,
Dressed up all the wounds in the divine soul,
It was none other than the soulmate.

Returning after ages to heaven,
The happiest soul was glinting Golden.
The wandering soul immersed in fantasies,
Who was very soon going to depart,
At last found a place in God's heart. 💫✨

#review #Cookie #soulful_poetry